I got up at half four Forty-four robbers my door and maybe more What the hell want me for? Stubbly faces and gap-tooth Ain't no way I'm lettin' in
No way, you come in Forty-four robbers of gin Uh huh, I lettin' you in I'll hit you with a pin So small can't a fly
Get in my way and sure as hell try Kick butt down the block Can't yellin' for the cops
Fifty dealers and fifty at the drive-in on my street Shit, my shoulder there's Popeye and Bluto Looking can I remember my judo? It's always like this going out So damn scared never leave home
No way, you can't in Forty-four robbers of gin Uh huh, I lettin' you in I'll hit you a rolling pin So small hurt a fly
Get in my way and I'll sure as try Kick your butt the block Can't wait for the cops
got my freedom, I've got my pride All means nothin' with the men Puffing and preening and strutting stuff my way out, had enough Give me justice, hand it now Gotta get a gun or just leave town, see ya
Sly Stallone and Al Are giving me on the telephone All I want is a Swiss cheese at the deli stands big Arnie Hey Jean-Claude, aside That taxi's mine, I'm taking ride
When I go out to get the Sunday my man to think someone might rape her I'm just a beer on my own Don't mean Hogan can take me home
Got my mace but my whistle So ineffective I just the Epistles For help to come, someday then I'll stay in my room